I knew when I got chickens that I would have to teach the dogs to remain calm even when those tasty chicken tenders on the hoof raced past. There would be no stopping a rottweiler on a feeding frenzy. And I have two behemoths.
Iko has to be reminded from time to time, but Tank, as always, is the perfect gentleman. He can wander through a flock of hens and never take notice of them.
The chickens don't panic when they see him, having been used to seeing that giant head bend over their brooder box since they were a day old.
At 130 and 86 pounds respectively, Tank and Iko are big, brawny, and to the average bystander, probably a bit intimidating. But they are good boys, the both of them.
Evil, I've discovered, comes in fluffy white fur and can fit inside a purse. Her name is Princess.
I was dog sitting this past week for Princess while her mom went to DC. I like having her visit. The boys enjoy her company and I think Princess likes hanging with her own species every once in a while.
Since the little dog is good off leash, I let her go with me when I went about feeding chickens and collecting eggs. I never allowed her to go inside the pen with me though because the chickens don't know her.
Princess decided she wanted to be introduced and slipped in when I wasn't looking. Before I knew it, she had chickens flying, and everybody was cackling in terror. Fluffy little Princess had turned into a marauding Hun, snapping at every plump rump in the vicinity of her tiny teeth.
I tend to carry a camera with me whenever I go out because you never know when something interesting will happen, so I was lucky to catch some of the action. The chickens are bigger than Princess and I was more afraid for her than the hens.
I present to you my evidence of Evil Incarnate. Don't let the cute little face fool you. She's little, but she's mean.
Somehow she managed to pluck the tail feathers off one of the roosters.
I've never seen a dog look so proud. I think she's grinning in that last picture.
Now she can go home and brag to the neighborhood dogs.
No chickens were harmed in the making of this blog post. They are, however, deeply embarrassed. How will they ever live this down? Terrorized by fifteen pounds of fluff.
Who has evil pets? I definitely want to know before you come over. LOL
Tell me your naughty dog story.
Photo 3: Those are tail feathers at her feet.
You can click on each picture to enlarge.
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